Yesterday was a cruel tease.
I was fine the entire day. There was a momentary twinge of pain in the morning and the beginnings of a migraine after seeing a movie that was countered by Excedrin, but other than that I was fine.
It was a slow day. I woke up around 10:30 and took a three hour nap in the afternoon due to some confusing exhaustion (how can I be tired when I sleep so much?) but there was no pain. I read a lot, planned out a menu for the week and a grocery list and by the middle of the afternoon I was beginning to hope that whatever this mystery is, had finally reached it’s peak and my body had finally found a way to kick it’s ass. After the movie I was dizzy and my stomach was feeling queasy but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be helped by taking a deep breath of the cold fresh air, and holding on to Will’s arm. Finally a good day.
I woke up this morning so dizzy and queasy that it took me ten minutes just to sit up. I shambled to the bathroom and waited to be sick, but no relief. It’s hard to get food poisoning from saltines, mashed potatoes and a little bit of popcorn which is all that I ate yesterday so I’m guessing that this is another manifestation of my mystery illness.
It is so frustrating to not know what’s going to happen next. To not know if I’ll be able to get out of bed, or be able to do all the necessary grocery shopping. Not knowing is the worst.
This weekend, hell or high water, Will and I are going to Chicago. I don’t care if I’m sick the entire weekend, it’ll still be good to see everyone. I miss my friends and family.